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“Mr. Ralph Touchett, an American who lives in Europe.” That signifirs absolutely nothing - it’s impossiblr that anything could signify less.

it’s ‘I’m tired of the sound of the word; I think it’s grotesque’ but i first read sound of the world which wouldve been a good banger

A woman, perhaps, can get on; a woman, it seems to me, has no natural place anywhere; wherever she finds herself she has to remain on the surface and, more or less, crawl.

‘Well, if you are so bent on being miserable, I don’t see why you should make me so. Whatever charms unhappiness may have for you, it has none for me.’

and our rustling, quickly-moving, clear-voiced heroine was as agreeable to his sense as the sound of flowing water.

‘You strike me as different from most girls.’

it’s been a line for centuries guys…. leaving the lexicon NEVER

I suppose the root of the resentment - a resentment which hides a bottomless terror - has to do with the fact that a woman is tremendously controlled by what the man’s imagination makes of her - literally, hour by hour, day by day; so she becomes a woman. But a man exists in his own imagination, and can never be at the mercy of a woman’s.

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I guess it can’t be too often that two people can laugh and make love, too, make love because they are laughing, laugh because they’re making love. The love and the lughter come from the same place: but not many people go there.

a standard imperialist misrepresentation has it that exclusively Western ideas of freedom led the fight against the colonial rule, which mischievously overlooks the reserves in Indian and Arab culture that always resisted imperialism, and claims the fight against imperialism as one of imperialism’s major triumphs

Such innovations are unthinkable now that the public has been displaced by the consumer.

Students are aware that if they don’t attend for weeks on end, and/or if they don’t produce any work, they will not face any meaningful sanction. They typically respond to this freedom not by pursuing projects but by falling into hedonic (or anhedonic) lassitude: the soft narcosis, the comfort food oblivion of Playstaion, all-night TV and marijuana.

Capitalist ideology in general, Zizek maintains, consists precisely in the overvaluing of belief - in the sense of inner subjective attitude - at the expense of the beliefs we exhibit and externalize in our behavior. So long as we believe (in our hearts) that capitalism is bad, we are free to continue to participate in capitalist exchange.

Eliot’s claim was that the exhaustion of the future does not even leave us with the past. Tradition counts for jothing when it is no longer contested and modified. A culture that is merely preserved is no culture at all.

You have such a delicious sense of humor — I adore that in you. I want always to see you laughing. It belongs to you.

He said I could only write like that, with imaginative intensity, because I had not lived out what I was writing about, that the living-out kills the imagination and the intensity, as happens to him.

Besides, being intelligent, he understands that my type can’t be ‘made’ without the illusion. He cannot bother with illusions. O.K. He is a little angry, but… he’ll make a story out of it. He is amused because I tell him I know he doesn’t love me. He thought I might be childish enough to believe that he did. ‘Bright kid,’ he says. And he tells me all his troubles.

“I can’t find the words, but… Aglaia Ivanovna will understand! Oh, I’ve always believed that she would understand.”
“No, prince, she won’t understand. Aglaia Ivanovna loved you like a woman, like a human being, not like an abstract spirit. Do you know what, my poor prince, the most likely thing is that you’ve never loved either of them!”

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But I haven’t slept all night. I walked and walked afterwards. I’ve been where the music was.

Can anything that has no shape appear in a shape? But I seemed to fancy at times that I saw in some strange, incredible form that infinite Power, that dull, dark, dumb force. I remember that some one seemed to lead me by the hand, holding a candle, to show me a huge and loathsome spider, and to assure me, laughing at my indignation, that this was that same dark, dumb and almighty Power.